BLEACH © KITE TUBO

Inspired by HELLSING

Themes; My Saviour / Carry Me / Dead by April

• Chapter One [Re-edited] •

The day was cold yet the sun peeked from behind those grey clouds, the air was freely moving and the trees rustled a few leaves hat couldn't survive the blast which cause few to flutter in a series of loops and turns before resting to their rotting deaths upon the ground. This was nothing but another day for those of the poorer and easier lives that lived nearby this magnificent building.

The yard of the Kurosaki Compound was currently standing within the looming aura of silence. Nothing less nothing more. Silence was thick, tension was high but one thing did become clear within the brilliantly tidy room. Three men stood around a single bed with the occasional bleep of the heart rate monitor keeping them company whilst the dying laid within the white sheets of his bed.

" …-chigo. " A rasped voice called from the still and fragile figure. Skin pale and body thin, hair greying making the boy next him glow radiantly with Orange locks. Smaller hands were instantly taken up within the colossal hand that once was full of warmth but currently chilled and bone-thin.

" D-dad? " The thirteen year old spoke, standing impossibly close if not closer to the sheets as the Man in this man lay there. The Laughter of the Manor he remembered so clearly barely came to cheer the boy up as he stared upon Isshin Kurosaki. A man of wealth but of mysterious past events and stories, but nevertheless trusted within his company. 'Soul Society Co.' It was shocking to see the differences of the man, Ichigo didn't like to point them out to himself but it happened. Each one brought a tear to his eye and he couldn't help sniffling more.

Within the room was two extra men, they stood still and silent. Ichigo disliked one of them; that being Aizen Sousuke, Isshin's adopted brother, his Adopted Uncle. Ichigo always believed those eyes spoke and revealed much more deeper things then just the 'faux-caring' Uncle. Ichigo watched the man step closer to the bed on the opposite of himself and a man behind him. Those hands infront of him tightly dressed in black gloves compared to his suit pure white, tucked around the front. Clasping them together before him as his eyes seemed to leak innocence from that face but to Ichigo, he knew they were fake and full of hate. Aizen wasn't a nice uncle. Ichigo remembers when Aizen was in charge of small Ichigo, the man bluntly ignored him, even hit him on occasions and spoke ill of his Father.

The last man in the room and behind Ichigo was Urahara Kisuke, a perverted yet loyal friend to Ichigo's father. Ichi' sure loved Urahara, he wasn't just a Family friend but more of an uncle then Aizen could ever be. Ichifo knew Urahara seemed to know of Aizen's jealously for Isshin. Isshin was successful in his line of work whilst Aizen just seemed to get into gang troubles and even tried to fool Isshin into signing his name on the will when he fell ill… Isshin almost did sign until Urahara spoke and ceased Aizen's little plan. That day on, Urahara kept a close eye on Aizen, who's hatred grew more and more. But on the same note, when Isshin did finally write that will, Urahara knew who's name was on the bill but that was for Isshin to reveal in the time he chose.

Ichigo was a blubbering mess within seconds as Isshin was smiling that god damned lopsided grin. The noise caused narrowed eyes of both Hats-ad-clogs and the Faux-Uncle to look upon the dying man and desperately clinging son. Ichigo hated that smile, it only told Ichigo he was 'Okay' but deep down Ichi' knew that his Father wasn't. He used the same smile when his Mother died and Ichigo apologised profusely, that smile was given then. Ichigo cried himself to sleep and only two months after his Mother's death did his Father start smiling for real, Ichigo knew he was forgive for that day.

Ichigo sighed through snot dribbling nostrils before he sniffled from the tinkling sensation upon his top-lip. He stared at his Father, clutching to his hand as he could feel the man's life slip away from him within their contact. The Carrot Tops shoulders trembled violently as he listened to his fathers breaths become faint and faster it was inevitable to stop the erratic heart beats. Ichigo gave a yelp, crying out for his Father to fight it. His hands gripping the one in between his own wanting to bring his Father back with just his touch; demanding for him to be okay for a few more days, to get better!

" D-ad! Don't die! Please don't die! " The pleas of the son made the man on the bed shed a tear. That lopsided grin turned into a serious frown as he looked to his son… Isshin was hardly ever serious and he saw his Son's face become firm, intensely listening even though his face was covered his tears.

" Listen well, I-ichigo." The man started, his eyes struggling to keep open as the skies began to darken. " Th-that's my boy… Now Ichigo. I am giving you the rights of my company… I want you to continue our legacy… " A raspy cough consumed Isshin's words as he held his mouth with a free hand and clenched his eyes shut as blood seemed to decorate his palm in little specks.

"I-I…don't have much time, Ichi. " The man smiled lightly as he watched his son scream and yell at him but those words dead on deaf ears. Lips moved with a breathless mutter causing Ichigo's eyes to widen. Tears pouring down his features I rapid rivets as he watched his Father's eyes give their last light as his grin remained plastered on his stupid, stupid features.

Silence was golden as Ichigo held his Father's cold, dead-weight of a hand. His attention lowering to his Father's chest. Urahara's hands were on his shoulders but he felt no warmth, he was cold himself, shivering, waiting for his Father to burst into laugh for him like he did many times when fake sleeping. Ichigo just wanted his Father back, Ichigo just… couldn't accept this. His voice hiccupped, tears dripping from chin and nose as he hung his head, shaking it to the side and suddenly releasing hoarse cries pathetically. His vocal box, it wasn't working right! Whispers of Father, Dad, Come back. Rolled off his tongue as hi hands turned white in knuckles and his own Father's hand released the last of their muscles tension…

Isshin Kurosaki, died; Age 56 in the hand of his Son and in the presence of his beloved family.

" N…n-n…NOOO! " The tears consumed the boys vision again as Ichigo soon started screaming through his useless voice box; his sorrow and desperation was ten times worse when he really pushed his voice out. The Manor seemed to creak and groan along with the boys voice. They heard it loud and clear even if they weren't alive.

Urahara lifted a hand from Ichigo's shoulder to tip his green and white stripped hat in front of his own teary eyes. He felt Ichigo's pain. His own heart was in his throat and his stomach had turned icy cold from the fact his best friend died before him and he couldn't do anything about it. Watching Ichigo's frame tremble and sob out so weakly for the larger man's warm and comfort if was heartbreaking. Thus, glancing to Aizen he lowered his hand and pushed the hat's rim up to stare upon the other figure, scanning over that body with expertise, before looking down to Ichigo again. Kneeling and shifting to call Ichigo's name. Softly coaxing him to turn away from the dead man and mostly Aizen so in fact that Ichigo wasn't able to see the death-glare his 'Uncle' was giving him, clenched trembling fists and

Ichigo's scream died down into raspy and choked sobs as he held his fathers hand in a death grip, knuckles white and nails biting into the skin he wish so much to have the power Isshin's pathetic Son had. He hated it.

Ichigo stood there sobbing his little heart out until every - last drop of emotion came slipping from that hole he used to call a heart… He had lost his Mother, Sisters and now his Father. The only man he could call family was Urahara who seemed to give Ichi the gentlest of smiles as a hand reached to cup the back of the boys head and hold the boy close to his taller frame… Though no tears came out, Ichigo felt okay now.

Urahara knew the boy was in turmoil, depression and anger. Urahara understood… Those he did give a glance to Aizen who seemed to calm down but that made him get defensive on edge. He didn't like the way Aizen was moving to tuck his hands down to the bed to tug the bed sheets up and over his Brother's face to then glance to Urahara and the carrot-top before turning and heading for that door.

Urahara took this as his cue, pulling Ichi's red and puffy eyed state from his body to lift a hand and wipe a thumb across those stained cheeks. " …Listen clearly Strawberry. If you ever come into trouble… I want you to run. " He gave a quick glance to the door as it closed behind the Spectacle wearing man before returning his gaze to the orange top. " The door where your father told you to never go near… I want you to run there. As fast as you can. You understand Ichigo? "

• End of Chapter One •